Nothinge in earthe soe good I fynde
As in a mann a contented mynde.
Fewe thinges with this doe sarue alone,
And without this all sarues as none.
This breedes and makes in euerye state
Longe life to haue mirthe for his mate:
And wante of this makes carke and care
Shrewed lyfe and shorte thorowe his ioyes rare.
(Nicholas Bacon)
More Poetry from Nicholas Bacon:
- In Commendacion Of The Meane Estate (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
- A Prayer Of A Penytente (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
- Made At Wymbleton In His Lo: Greate Sickenes In The Laste Yeare Of Quene Marye (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
- The Prologe To The Maske Of Myndes (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
- A Carolle. (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
- Of A Fryer And A Marryner (Nicholas Bacon Poems)